Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.